Some times at night, she dreams and weeps in her sleep.
That was normal, an absolutely normal thing for a normal human to do.
Fantastical dreams. Of love. Justice. Boon friends and companions who stood tall and proud along side her.
Blasphemous dreams. Of wielding magic. Potent artifacts. 'Dusting' inhuman monsters. Against those who ruled the world.
She has learned to keep her silence. Even silly bunnies like her could learn simple things like that. After all, the nail that sticks up is hammered down.
She remembers a time when she fancied herself a princess.
Once, she stepped forth into an unknown and mutable future to save a child who might have been, could have been, would have been her daughter. But now would never be. She had seen the possibilities that existed in potentia, as ephemeral as dew under the moonlight and vanished in the harsh light of reality.
There was a time, when she would have challenged all the universe to protect those she loved and the world they lived in.
And she did.
Those who remembered That Day would have called that fight mythic. Of elemental might sufficient to destroy entire cities essayed against armies countless and faceless monsters without end. Of desperate heroism as warriors in fuku battled impossible odds and won.
Of battle after battle won. Every battle but the last one.
The one in which the Trap had been sprung, it having been set up piece by piece over the span of the war. Every single battle, lost for a purpose.
Cold and cruel in the necessity.
Merciless. As one of her friends once said.
Once, she could remember her friends with crystal clarity. Now, she remembers shades and colors to go with their voices. Not names nor faces.
A 'small' mercy and favor for blind, foolish, valiant opponents, he had said once with laughter in his voice. The great enemy who desired dominion over all.
The ruler of all existence now.
Her Master in name and deed.
Once she could have and would have defeated him. But that was long ago and far away. So far away that the time and reality she lived in could never touch it again.
Not since that day when everything changed.
When her Destiny and Tale shattered against his relentless ascending machinations, as he used her very essence to reweave reality.
Denying possibilities of what might have been, calcifying the future into what he desired, the past of which he dreamt, and the present that he ruled.
But she remembered, she had been at the heart of it all.
What once was, and what is. She remembered them both.
And so, she dreams and weeps in her sleep. For what she once possessed, for the world that never was and never could be.
For Usagi was human.
Far too human.
Not an angel with its wings clipped.
Not an agent of love and justice.
Nor Sailor Moon, a pretty soldier in a sailor fuku.
Nor the reincarnation of the Moon Princess Serenity.
Just an everyday normal human woman.
And it was human to adapt, to change to the environment. To forget. To move on.
But at night, when she sleeps, she dreams of the world that could have been and she weeps for those who would never exist.
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Author's notes
To quote Wanted...
"Ah, but it wasn't enough just to beat them, Wesley. We had to strip them of their memories and make sure that even their greatest fans didn't remember them. Such science might seem comical in this new world that we molded for you, but believe me when I say that reality itself can be rewritten if we desire it, boy. Seven-dimensional imps, and alien super-computers are among our ranks, you know. There's really nothing we can't do if we always stand united."
- The Professor, Solomon Seltzer, in Wanted #2
That was normal, an absolutely normal thing for a normal human to do.
Fantastical dreams. Of love. Justice. Boon friends and companions who stood tall and proud along side her.
Blasphemous dreams. Of wielding magic. Potent artifacts. 'Dusting' inhuman monsters. Against those who ruled the world.
She has learned to keep her silence. Even silly bunnies like her could learn simple things like that. After all, the nail that sticks up is hammered down.
She remembers a time when she fancied herself a princess.
Once, she stepped forth into an unknown and mutable future to save a child who might have been, could have been, would have been her daughter. But now would never be. She had seen the possibilities that existed in potentia, as ephemeral as dew under the moonlight and vanished in the harsh light of reality.
There was a time, when she would have challenged all the universe to protect those she loved and the world they lived in.
And she did.
Those who remembered That Day would have called that fight mythic. Of elemental might sufficient to destroy entire cities essayed against armies countless and faceless monsters without end. Of desperate heroism as warriors in fuku battled impossible odds and won.
Of battle after battle won. Every battle but the last one.
The one in which the Trap had been sprung, it having been set up piece by piece over the span of the war. Every single battle, lost for a purpose.
Cold and cruel in the necessity.
Merciless. As one of her friends once said.
Once, she could remember her friends with crystal clarity. Now, she remembers shades and colors to go with their voices. Not names nor faces.
A 'small' mercy and favor for blind, foolish, valiant opponents, he had said once with laughter in his voice. The great enemy who desired dominion over all.
The ruler of all existence now.
Her Master in name and deed.
Once she could have and would have defeated him. But that was long ago and far away. So far away that the time and reality she lived in could never touch it again.
Not since that day when everything changed.
When her Destiny and Tale shattered against his relentless ascending machinations, as he used her very essence to reweave reality.
Denying possibilities of what might have been, calcifying the future into what he desired, the past of which he dreamt, and the present that he ruled.
But she remembered, she had been at the heart of it all.
What once was, and what is. She remembered them both.
And so, she dreams and weeps in her sleep. For what she once possessed, for the world that never was and never could be.
For Usagi was human.
Far too human.
Not an angel with its wings clipped.
Not an agent of love and justice.
Nor Sailor Moon, a pretty soldier in a sailor fuku.
Nor the reincarnation of the Moon Princess Serenity.
Just an everyday normal human woman.
And it was human to adapt, to change to the environment. To forget. To move on.
But at night, when she sleeps, she dreams of the world that could have been and she weeps for those who would never exist.
*** *** ***
Author's notes
To quote Wanted...
"Ah, but it wasn't enough just to beat them, Wesley. We had to strip them of their memories and make sure that even their greatest fans didn't remember them. Such science might seem comical in this new world that we molded for you, but believe me when I say that reality itself can be rewritten if we desire it, boy. Seven-dimensional imps, and alien super-computers are among our ranks, you know. There's really nothing we can't do if we always stand united."
- The Professor, Solomon Seltzer, in Wanted #2